Mistress Remembers Older Ponyboy’s First Years of Service
Serving as a Mistress’ ponyboy slave can be a joy. But equally a source of humiliation and suffering.
Sam was Mistress Jaye’s oldest slave. The first male to enter her service.
Loyal and faithful he was a good servant. She often rode him. He made an excellent ponyboy.
Over the years, Mistress Jaye expanded her stable of slaves. Some began as love slaves, when they grew older, that ended.
The men still served her. They cooked, trimmed her lawn, kept her books. Mistress Jaye rarely needed to give orders.
Sam was unofficially the senior slave. His cheerful supervision kept everything flowing and the other servants in harmony.
Sam became sullen. For a time, Mistress Jaye did not notice. Sam had always been sweet and faithful.
Sam became surly. She overheard him berate another slave.
Shocked, Mistress Jaye confronted Sam.
She was even more deeply shocked by defiance. Sam refused to talk.
Had he forgotten that she was his Mistress, his Owner? How could he dare defy her?
Enraged, she grabbed a whip. His penis turned pink as she lashed it.
Sam still would not talk.
Her mind went back to Sam’s first years of service. How happy he had been as her ponyboy.
Mistress Jaye took her slave to another room. Brought out and put on Sam’s old horse’s bit.
Sam broke into tears. He wept for minutes. Finally, he could speak.
He confessed that he felt unimportant. That she no longer cared that he existed.
She ran her fingers through his hair. Whispered in his ear. What she said is not for to know.
Mistress Jaye valued him like no other man. She had come to take him for granted.
She liked to play with her young slaves. But should not forget Sam.
Once a week, they share a private time. Mistress Jaye rides on Sam’s back.